"Well, get your arse in here!" Miles gave a laugh, and then tugged Laura into the apartment and closed the door behind her. He ran his hand up and down over her arm and shoulder, then grabbed onto her wrist and tugged on the wristband. "Need some scissors?"
He turned to lead the way into the kitchen, pulling her by the wristband along behind him. "I've got movies, and games, and loads and loads of coffee.